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[50 Cent] Yo, yo we can't stay alive forever So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together I'm high as ever, more holes and more cheddar G-Unit move around wit them pounds and Beretta's Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it Don't make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me I'm cocky, raps rocky, n*gga you sloppy You know that I'm, 8 levels above you n*gga I'll club you n*gga, I never heard of you n*gga, ugly n*gga I'm the wrong one to provoke You rattin' on n*ggas is only gon' leave you smoke So the only thing left now is tools for these cowards I got no friends, f*ck most of these cowards They pop shit 'till we start approaching these cowards While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers
[Lloyd Banks] I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer And who flip when I call a b*tch like she Queen Latifah Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the streetsweeper This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker We slidin' through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna f*ck us I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas I'll sick Rottweiler's on you f*ckas, cops followin' to cuff us Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero I'ma break before I lay floor berry Besides, every rapper ain't a star, n*gga plad ain't bulbary You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen You changin' the channel looks like I'm playin' the game boy I know to watch botherin' ya vision You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion Why party wit a pigeon? I'm blowin' a 10 cuz Bush handin' flyers for a party in a prison I'm in the Gucci vest wit the green and red straps I'm the last rapper to scare n*ggas since Craig Mack Now every morning's a fast start And there ain't problem gettin' dressed cuz my closet got more aisles than pathmark Run, move startin' a wave and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs I'm the young pimp pardon my age I don't got long hair but if I did she be puttin my braids N*ggas find what club they at Take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mac Get advances from grey agra See these record labels got most artists gettin' f*cked like the gay rappa I go the college on the tour I'm goin' down in history n*gga, next to Wallace and Shakur I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer Camera's by the hamper that mine into the floor By now, you probably heard of me Fresh outta surgery, flashy as a f*ck, you gon' have to murder me Burglary, I'm leavin' witcha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy You match now, back down N*ggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear Catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and official gear Heavy when I toke, C notes from different years Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin' chairs You ain't rich, but we glad to snatch ya I send cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha You better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive You ain't gettin' nuttin but ya french fries supersized It's a damn shame y'all still local I'm in a million dollar studio layin' my vocals N*gga
[50 Cent] Still in the projects n*gga, you ain't goin' nowhere You gon' f*ckin be there for the rest of yo muthaf*ckin' life And yo momma said, I'm supposed to tell you somethin'... To encourage you, somethin' positive Aight well I ain't gon' lie to you muthaf*cka, he ain't goin' nowhere Get yaself a beer, get on the f*ckin' curve F*ckin' dirtbag